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The redundant titan mouths the song of painless sadist saints
In shades of Plato dreamers dance the lake that Charon taints
It's nothing too familiar what I haven't seen before
The dredged up phoenix carrion that sleeps on Lethe's shore
Tyrannically the walls they weep in tones of vicious grey
Like Prometheus's mountaintop to watch the devil pray
I envisioned something tragic in the throes of Samson's dirge
Under the blackened sky collecting slack of joy she purged
You tease like a ghost of yesterday
As spectres of the Argonauts lay siege on Venus' nest
She slides along unnoticed through the trappings of my rest
The fortress walls collide with words and never stand a chance
A masterpiece of dust on which the rainbow chasers dance
Our final word lies waiting in a morning twilight shade
Sealed in iron armor for the farewell to be bade
Yet voices call in Babylon tongues through apocalyptic rain
And whispers in my ears that all these barriers are in vain

Track Name: The Nothing At All

Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn

Track Name: Crux Of March

Amid the bohemian garden of thieves
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
To walk below bridges of the Rhine
It's near below contempt for to feel this fine
On derelict complacent brigand decks
The podium where emptiness elects
A vision of a long forgotten shell
Atypical this unimagined hell
Reaches out just shy beyond my reach
That blinds my eyes and confounds my speech
Scarcity of reason casting shadows
Festivals of sobriety that glow
And Solomon never faced judgments as this
Deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
Yet loneliness comes along with my daydreams
Visitational memories of screams
In spite of all waiting far away
You tease like a ghost of yesterday

Track Name: Brown Fox

Baptized in axle grease with the soul of a maniac
I could feel your sawed-off smile baby, can you fit it in the back
Been down at the bottom, lord the devil knows that I took some licks
Gray leather decked out in the front seat of a drop top '56
Seven priests are calling they all want me to fill a seat
Eight undertakers waiting ready with formaldehyde and a sheet
Outlaw rickshaw mover I take my turns at 89
Grind all five gears boys come on, the limit's just a sign
I'm living it fast out here, you think you're enough of a fix
Light fifteen candles for your loverman baby and I'll blow out all the wicks
If you're not pushing what I want to hear then I'll catch you down the line
Don't you know there ain't nothing to nothing momma
Don't you know that that's just fine

Track Name: Working Man's Dirge

Spend your life for the powers that say they be
I ain't never worked for nothing see
Now that's all of which that we're aware
Sucked into the great American nightmare
Life ain't nothing but a paycheck in your hand
From your sweat to the bank to the government man
Start young and foolish, end up old and poor
The utility tax man knocks on your broke-down door
Childhood memories, hope that you enjoyed them
Looking for a job, you just pick your poison
Blue collar sap with white collar ambitions
He don't have a chance but just to take what they're dishing
Class structure shining as it has for years
Kept nice and shining by the working man's tears
Cut the middle rungs out the corporate ladder
Working man, good luck, cuz to them you don't matter anyway
Working man, good luck, cuz to them you don't matter anyway
Working man, good luck, cuz to them you don't matter anyway

Track Name: Prometheus's Crag

I could feel it in the silent voice from solitude's refrain
An imagined poison thorn seemed forever to remain
Relinquished and extinguished for the lovely dead crow's caw
And here the devil's laugh echoes between our jaws
Upon the rising eclipse sun I blind my eyes of sight
In futile hopes of amnesiac dreams to blot yesterday's light
In the midnight dirge of soiled dead Delilah masked recants
Nightblind I saw the redemptress with a minimalist's glance
Hollow bones replaced the narcissistic demigod
Complacent in the casket turning different shades of sod
The warmth like blood now iron chains that bind me to my death
In the froth of rabid agony I choke on every breath
I felt the dew of her dawning ambience in her fingertips through my hair
The tripwire gallows of wanton distance stripped the season bare
The sullen shroud of Eden's garb in tatters and in shreds
Now hangs as a tapestry to remind me that I'm dead

Track Name: Lazy Avenue

A tired breeze is blowing through the tired trackside street
There's a self secluded junkie who's got no one to meet
Humidity is rising and I've had too much to drink
So I watch it rise as the skies and my eyes are quickly turning pink
The tired leaves are falling on the derelict block
Some aimless hobo's decided to take himself out for a walk
There's a bohemian woman trying hard not to curse me out
I wouldn't care too much now anyway, I don't know what it's all about
So I'm hitting up the vineyards, I got plenty company
There's a thousand in the same boat that got no place to be
And I say hello to the stray dogs as we all pass the day
So much nothing to see and do and tonight, that's okay

Track Name: Vixen

She got the mouth of a devil and the manners to match
She got a lowdown vibe so hard not to catch
She got the curves like a timepiece, she's playing the game
And she don't back down until you screamin her name
She wanna hear your voice baby tell it like it is
But only if you tellin it the way she thinks it is
She ain't got no time to kill
Ain't got no calls to bill
Ain't got no telephone
Ain't nothing all alone
She'll rock you sideways and love you inside out
She got a way with her hands that'll make you wanna shout
She got forty fingers or at least it felt that way
She take twenty-five months and make it feel like a day
She wanna get you down baby drag you in the dirt
But only if she knows that it's gonna hurt
She got plenty pain to spare
She got no need to care
She got a thousand just like you
She gonna use you til you through
She wanna take your cash she wanna call you trash she wanna
Be your girl she wanna trash your world she wanna
Kiss your lips she wanna move her hips she wanna
Do it all she wanna drop your call
She wanna take you down baby kick you while you cry
But only if you tell her that without her you'd die
She got plenty souls to sing
She got thousand offering
She got a wallet full of bills
She got a tongue that give you chills
I gave that girl a call on the fourth of November
I was half expecting that she wouldn't remember
Well what she said then it knocked me off my seat
Exactly what it was I don't think I can repeat
And I said I know you baby and what you're all about
You can try me on for size or you can just walk out
Don't play me for a fool
I can't tell you what to do
But you better be careful
Or I'll do it and I'll do it to you
Well she took my checkbook and she scissored my face
She spilled my money all over the place
She love me wild, I still can't find my belt
Turned on the oven til it started to melt
She wanna rip you off baby kiss you while you swear
But only if you beg her to stay right there
She got a mind full of traps
She got a list full of saps
She got devilish eyes
She got a box full of lies
Well from what I hear she's back on the road
Tryin to find another man she can load
She got them Jezebel charms and that bad girl smile
She'll take you for a ride and leave you after a while
She wanna eat your soul baby do whatever it takes
But only if you tell her that it's for her your heart aches
She got inviting chains
She got twisted brains
She got a kiss full of bile
Watch out for her smile

Track Name: Just Like Dresden

Prismatic cascades fall to me, angelic voices call to me
Lightning fills now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
The bellows of the morning sun that rose and flares no matter strength of winds that blow
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this is real, iconoclastic virtues now concealed
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
In crystal balls and augur's flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, my thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing

Track Name: The Devils Prophesy

Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothing when the devils prophesy
The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon's lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don't care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself am raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy
Deridder waits up on the docks blowing smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreaming of the one she left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he's singing it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
They're unknowingly playing the score while the devils prophesy
J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
He missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
"Salud" he announces to no one taking a long pull from his drink
Puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can't escape from when the devils prophesy
Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They share a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope's a useless venue when the devils prophesy

Track Name: Most Peaceful Blue

You weep it in obituary voice "why don't you cry for me?"
No desert spawns an ocean, love, no stone creates a sea
In early evening paling blue the dying rays of sun
Lit up the blood you saw as mine, the blood is everyone's
Rage of the salacious sage superceding my age to cage and gauge the wage of me and my heart of stone
Corroded razor blades aid the shade in being made to evade the faded flesh that will die alone
Ambling down the vacant lots past broken shopping carts
Where broken chimes sing broken tunes to dead and broken hearts
The splintered hands of yesterday pound the calliope
Inside a broken crystal I see no one there but me
Rage of the salacious sage superceding my age to cage and gauge the wage of me and my heart of stone
Corroded razor blades aid the shade in being made to evade the faded flesh that will die alone
Yes I'm tethered by stone strings
But hey there angel you got broken wings
Been flying in the ocean thinking that it was the sky
You never thought to breathe and so you never wondered why
Down in the deep where I sent the rest to sleep
And you seen them all drowned floating around with no sound
Down down down
Say hello to them for me

Track Name: Cellophane Atmosphere

Rehash, relapse, laying on the grass
Telephone bills and a half tank of gas
And it's nothing, it's not yours, it's nobody's business
The business end's fine til it's pointed at you
In the evening in a sunset the salivating drones
The plastic-faced people who laugh all at once
And it's vicious and it's boring it's a rain-soaked flyer
They paint on the mirror and turn it to you
Violent morons prolific in garbage
Leak to the streets and fly through the air
In the TV in the jukebox, rip up the speakers to cleanse it away
You can feel it, you can steal it, you can chew it for days
And not taste a thing
It's a streetlight in the morning, the forecast is saying
That night never falls, it crashes
Do a rain dance in a hurricane
Plastic and mashed up and all thrown away
And you can't fly and you can't cry
When you've beaten a hole through the side of the wall
It's a meltdown and a silence
It's a beautiful sewerhole calling to you
Take a day off, have a seance and tell everyone
That it's just like they heard
Futility comes in so many colors
Hypocrisy comes in so many colors
Childishness comes in so many colors
Worthlessness comes in so many colors